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...bonus to make out somewhere that’s really cool.” And though couples might swarm to exotic spots for their Valentine’s day tonsil-hockey, Mellor adds some of the best spots are close to home. “A couch or a bed are also just fine,” she says. —Staff Writer Esther I. Yi can be reached at estheryi@fas.harvard.edu...
...multigenerational families. They eat dinner and watch TV together. The men are breadwinners (Kazuhito and his father Takeo manage a rice mill); the able women (Noriko and Kazuhito's mother and sister and grandmother) cook and clean while babysitting Kazuhito's mentally handicapped younger brother and nursing both his bed-bound grandfather and his great-grandmother Ei, the clan's 97-year-old matriarch. "Beyond age and gender," reflects Noriko, "here was the model of a true family, a genuine family...
...midway through savoring sizzling Chorizos braised in Asturian cider, anchovies on a bed of oven-roasted eggplant, braised octopus with smoked paprika and extra virgin olive oil, and langoustines à la plancha. And I felt like a hypocrite.At a Harvard University Dining Services (HUDS) meeting earlier this year, HUDS spokeswoman Crista Martin and Jessica Zdeb, the coordinator of the Food Literacy Project, introduced the ongoing debate regarding the nutritional facts labels displayed above each dish in the dining hall. In their current form, the cards provide a profile for each dish in the dining hall, detailing their caloric, carbohydrate...
...Wednesday, holding tickets bought earlier in the day. "Before it was impossible," Huilin says. It will be another day before their train begins the 16-hour journey home to Henan. They'll eat their New Year's Eve dinner in the station, he says, then try to find a bed for the night...
...Backtrack, again—there are some things you need to know about me. Every winter, I change my clock forward a single hour and fall into a total despair. I lie in bed eating Dove Promises and wondering when the goddamn sun will come back out. After years of trying to pin the blame for this behavior on outside forces—El Niño! our economic situation!—it was this winter that I finally accepted the fact that I’m a victim of Seasonal Affective Disorder...